Lyrics:
didn't cum
Get some green by the Levi blues
Don’t wear sneakers, they’re tennis shoes
Punks around the way think I most ill
Cause I love to chill with that
great. That's great, that's great
Just don't be late. Just don't be (late)
[Verse 1]
It was love at the profile pic
We was Facebook flirting, never even
know I got you tripping
Ey
I'm just tryna give you kisses
I cant forget
And I cant pretend
I call you the Mrs
You
I go missing by the day
yuh
But you
de proud butnkan ti
Eyan o bale gba ni olowo talika lo tin ko
Mr king kong ngbo woni e mo orin ko
Oya now aani eni ni imosan ka mu kikon
I'm good
de proud butnkan ti
Eyan o bale gba ni olowo talika lo tin ko
Mr king kong ngbo woni e mo orin ko
Oya now aani eni ni imosan ka mu kikon
I'm good
inspire to be
Feds on my back from my ties to criminology
Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B
Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric
Don't shoot
Mr President we're all watching
Can't you see we got army guns
And when you see the kids dropping
I really try to keep to myself
Keep getting
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Uh, there it is
Young Tyson
Danger Zone Productions
Mr. Mad's action clip
sareen
Mr. Get It On Jones I noticed I didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rollin' on some chrome Mr. Bad
mental defense
Rippin your sacks and
Simple as addition and subtraction
Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one
Shorties say they love it with
splittin your back son
Simple as addition and subtraction
Black Thought, the infinite relaxed one
Shorties say they love it with a passion
Bring
I love her Boss...
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'why night
I be reppin' my city
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
Shower you with love and let you shine like a diamond
And do the things lovers do
And show you why I fell deep in love with you
We gonna do that tonight
niggas give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood
And the one the women love
Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run
From green coats and don't testify
[Mr. Shadow]
It's the master of the dark
Stalkin anybody talking about the incident
Tryin to blow it like if I was the president
Narcotic selling
Everything purple around me
Including the pack
Shorty said T4 I love you
So I hit from the back
Yea
Bitch I'm rolling the thraxx
Yea
I'm high off
Put that away
I don't want any drugs
Then how are we gunna do this Mr. Green?
The same way I came in
How's that?
Well, I was born by the snatch and I
All that toxic love
Got a nigga so triggered
Hate that I'm busy then go on fuck with that broke nigga
Lotta love but I won't go for it like a go
of judgement's come,
And you can bet that I've been resting,
for this testing,
Digesting every word the experts say.
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)
I's out there paintin'
Player with a passport, Mr. International
Tryna get some money, some love, I'm intentional
Baby, oh, plenty trust issues I wanna know
How you love? Want
let it go
Wishing I could dot my I's with decimal
Mr president
They dying by my residence
Over dead presidents, but I just set the precedence
Don't you
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